You Can't Get Away with Murder Page #4

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And put in the oven

for 20 minutes.

When done, pour

over the chicken.

Sam, at the rate

you're going

It'll take you 10 years

to read that book.

Oh, that's

all right, pop.

I ain't in no

hurry no how.

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

Good morning, doc.

Yeah, I know, but

I can't come up now,

I'm too busy.

I just took some of

your horse medicine.

That'll hold me.

All right.

Just before lockup.

Bye.

Take off your cap.

Pop, this is your

new assistant,

Johnnie stone.

This is pop,

your new boss.

I think

he's forgotten

his real name.

Pop will do.

I'll never need

another name.

How much time's he got?

You're doing 5 to 10

ain't you, Johnnie?

5? That means in

3 years and 4 months

The parole board

will yank him out.

Takes me 2 years to

break a man in on this job.

I told the warden

nothing less than 10 years,

Lifers preferred.

You know anything

about books?

Nothing.

I thought I was

getting an assistant?

Johnnie

will learn

As long as

he keeps away

From those

big shot pals.

Orders are to

keep him busy.

It's all in the line

of duty, pop.

Duty.

You know how to handle

a typewriter?

Some.

Come in.

Sit down,

type something up.

What?

Oh, hamlet's soliloquy,

Lincoln's

Gettysburg address,

Anything at all.

Looks like

you're perfect.

Look, I didn't

want to come here

in the first place.

I told 'em to leave me

down in the shoe shop.

You what?

Johnnie:
I don't know

nothing about books.

Pop:
where you going?

You just told me

you didn't want me.

Well, I ain't crazy

about you either.

Maybe you can fix it

So I don't have

to stay here.

Oh, you want me

to help you

Get back into

the shoe shop?

Yeah, that wouldn't

make you mad, would it?

Got any suggestions?

Yeah. Sure.

Tell 'em I'm dumb.

Tell 'em I pick

things up .

Not me, son.

I'm not ratting out

at my time of life.

Yeah, but you just said

that you didn't want--

Aw, this is Sing Sing,

Johnnie.

We're taking orders,

you and me.

Well...

I guess we just

have to get along.

Soon be time

for the whistle.

The boys will be coming

in right after mess.

Step in here and I'll

explain things to you.

Yeah, but I gotta

get out now!

Sorry, Johnnie,

I need you here.

I gotta get out

for a minute.

I gotta see

somebody.

Somebody can wait.

You ain't

the warden.

But I'm the boss

of this library.

Oh, yeah?

Go ahead, why don't

you call the screw?

How's everything, pop?

Got the books ready?

I'll have 'em ready

for you in a minute.

Ok.

Well, look who's here!

If it ain't kid stone

in the flesh.

Why didn't you

tell me, Johnnie.

Tell you what?

How 'bout giving

me the lowdown

On your sister's

boyfriend.

You know, burke?

I don't know

nothing about him.

Well, you ought to know.

Johnnie, I got a system,

And I'm gonna

cut you in on it, too.

It's a clean up.

You know, I laid bets

on 21 guys

That they would

go to the chair.

And every one

of them went.

You know,

I cleaned up

About 100

cartons of butts.

So what.

Well...

what I want

to know is

Strictly

confidential.

Has he got a leg

to stand on

Or do you think he's

gonna get the chair?

Stop it!

All right.

All right, I only trying

to make a little dough

For the both of us.

Lay off me, see.

I don't know

nothing about it, see?

There's big dough

in it, Johnnie.

Big dough.

Take your books

and get out,

Or I'll knock

the bottom right out

Of your filthy

little racket.

Ok, pop.

Ok, if that's the way

you feel about it.

Think it over, Johnnie.

Think it over.

Snooping little rat.

All he lacks

is a tail.

Is that what was on

your mind, Johnnie?

They brought him

up yesterday.

He's innocent.

That's the old

familiar chorus

Over in

the condemned cells.

He didn't do it,

I tell ya.

He wasn't

even there.

You seem pretty

sure about it.

I am sure.

I mean--

Well, if he

didn't do it,

The sure way

to save him

Is to get a line

on the guy that did.

Is that the tie-Up

Between the shoe shop

and the death house?

I don't get you.

This is your first trip,

isn't it, Johnnie?

Well, Sing Sing's

no place

To play ball

by yourself.

They'd throw you out

before you got

As far

as first base.

Look,

I don't know what

you're talking about.

You look like

a clean kid, Johnnie.

But I think

you're carrying

A bigger load

than you can handle.

What do you--

Now you

listen to me.

I don't hand out

phony talk

Like those big shots

down in the yard.

And I don't pretend

to be like old josh

In the bible that made

the sun stand still.

He's the only human

that ever did that--

If he did.

But I've been

around a long time

And I've soaked in

a lot of jail sense,

And this old head of

mine's got a foolproof

Storage compartment.

So maybe I can help you

carry that load.

All right.

Better look around,

get acquainted.

Here.

Study this catalog.

Say, pop...

has an alibi got

a better chance on appeal

Than with a jury?

Certainly,

If it's

on the level.

What do you want?

Shoe shop books.

I got a list

for new ones.

What's the matter

with your regular runner?

Oh, he was

feeling kinda low,

He asked me

to help out.

Hey.

I just saw Wilson.

He told me to

put you wise.

He don't trust this old

psalm-Singing stooge.

He says he's got to

talk to you today

And for you to meet him.

Messssime, get it?

You're

a fast worker.

The faster

I get 'em,

The quicker

I'm rid of you.

Feelings mutual,

old-Timer.

So long, kid.

I'll be seeing you.

One of your

big shot friends?

[Whistle blows]

Pop, how long does it take for

an appeal to go through?

3 months,

just about.

It's all right,

Johnnie,

If you want to

go to mess now.

I'll wait for you.

[Machinery humming]

All set for

Friday night?

Yeah.

We need one more guy

to handle the screw.

What do you say,

Frankie,

Home for Christmas?

Do you think

I'm nuts,

I only got 3 more

years to lose

Then I'm clean.

Yeah, maybe.

If they don't

clean you first.

Think it over,

Frankie.

But don't take

too long.

Sam:
a canned

apricot meringue pie

Is made by cutting

the apricots fine

And mixing them with

a half cup of sugar

And the beaten yolk

of an egg.

Fill the crust

and bake.

Apricot meringue

pie,

Delicious!

You know Sam, you had that

cookbook out 8 times already.

Yeah, I'm down to

the desserts now.

I ought to make

you out a new card.

Hey Johnnie.

Yeah?

Have you got anything

in there on

How to take

out a patent?

Yeah, I think I have.

Gee, Johnnie, you're

getting to know more

About the library

than pop does.

How come you're taking

a book out on patents?

Me and him are

inventors, Johnnie.

A new lock.

Sam:
oh,

you make 'em

And he

picks 'em.

No, Sam.

You got us wrong.

We're going legit now.

This lock

is burglar-Proof.

Sam:
seems to me

you're aiming

To make yourselves

awful unpopular

around here.

Aw, we're gonna give

the boys a break.

Look, send them out

as an advance guard,

Work up a crime wave,

By a crime wave--

Pull every lock

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